Debbie418uk2 - A great big THANK YOU for pointing out the spelling errors. I don't know where I keep finding these spellings, but it looks like all but Sheppard, Ronon and Teyla are coming out wrong. O.o. At least I was alerted early on, so I can change them. :) Thank you. :) Oh trust me, I have some of John getting hit by beams due to his carelessnes, his gene, getting hurt because he's a Kirk, and more. I might even include one or two add ons, like chapters related to actual episodes. ;)

LCShepp - I sincerely hope you do like it. :) Thank you for the vote of confidence. I'm working on more chapters as we speak.

I usually update once a week, so if you don't hear from me for a little while, expect an update soon. I have to chapter 5 written, so far. Hope you enjoy this. :)

Hm, well, I wrote out a few plot ideas to help me along, and it's getting a little easier to do these, so I have no idea how long this story will be.

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(Off World, Normal POV)

"So, uh… An entire planet full of cities with nothing but…women?" Sheppard's eyes were wide, and there was a trademark sparkle in them. "Really, now?"

Staring at him with his own, somewhat subdued excitement, Rodney raised an eyebrow and he made a face. "Oh boy, I see the Kirk gene is kicking in." Turning to Ronon, he shook his head.

"Rodney, don't start." Glaring at him a little, Sheppard sighed and turned back to the forest around them. "You and your 'Kirk-gene'. You're seeing things."

"Yes, that's why that one Ancient woman...or was it two...? And then-"

"Nothing happened!" Spinning on Rodney, Sheppard lowered his P90. "And if I didn't know better, I'd swear you were jealous."

Stopping cold, Rodney's face turned red as his jaw dropped. "I am so not jealous! What would I have to be jealous about?? You? Why would I be jealous of you?!"

"He didn't say you were jealous of him." Ronon put in gruffly with a raised eyebrow and a slight grin. "And just because he gets all the girls-"

"Oh he does not!"

"Perhaps this is not the appropriate place to have this conversation." Teyla jumped in before Rodney could really get going. "I believe we are near the village."

As if on cue, three women dropped out of the trees and ran towards them. They resembled amazons, wearing leather clothing and all, but instead of the average spears and bows, they held hand guns, all aimed at the group.

"Drop 'em!"

One was a brunette with long hair, who seemed to be the leader of the trio. One was a blonde with shoulder length blone hair, who's face could have easily been seen as playful, if it wasn't for the severe glare, and gun in their faces. The last of the trio was a woman with silver and brown streaked, short, shaggy hair, and her face simply said it all. Do as your told, or you'll regret it.

"Whoa! Hey, we're here on an, uh... Mission of peace." John slowly lowered his weapon, as did the others. "We're explorers from another world, just looking to make-"

"Silence!" Moving with a speed that surprised him, the silver and brown haired girl came forward and smacked him on the side of the head with her gun, hard.

The hit was harder than he'd expected, and through the blast of pain that hit him, he felt himself being hit on the upper back with enough force to throw him to the ground. He didn't stand a chance. As he went down, John vaguely heard what sounded like a fight, and then there was nothing.

(A little bit later, Village)

Waking up to a massive pain in his skull, John looked around and was only half surprised to find himself in a large building with no windows, one door, and very obviously, a guard on that door. Not that the guard was in the room with him, but the door was made of what looked like bamboo, and it was partially see through, showing a feminine figure on the other side.

Hm... He allowed himself a moment to get a good look at her. Nice. Then he scowled at himself and rolled his eyes.

It looked like he was the only one in the room. There were no signs of any of the others, not any of their stuff, or them, themselves. The room was small, seemingly built for only one person, and had one small cot, and a plate against the far wall with water in a bottle.

Getting up slowly, John winced at a fresh explosion of pain in the back of his head, and sat back down, quickly as the room spun. "Ow!" He gingerly felt around his head and found a large bump where he'd been hit. "That wasn't nice."

The sound of wood hitting wood caught his attention, and he looked up as the brunette from earlier came into the room. The very pretty brunette from earlier.

He almost didn't even realize it when he smiled at her.

"I see you're awake." Her look seemed calm enough, but there was something about her pose that instantly put John on his guard. "Good, you can answer my questions then."

His smile faded, as did pretty much all of his plans to hopefully talk things out with her. "Oh, I don't think so." Rising slowly, he tried to ignore the throbbing in his head. "Not until I get some answers first."

She frowned deeply, and a warning look appeared in her eyes.

Still he ignored it. "We came here on a mission of peace, and you attacked us. Why? And where are my friends?"

With her frown growing deeper, she carefully sauntered up to him, her hips swaying in the dangerously slit mini skirt, as she went. Once the front of her body was pressed against his own, she reached up with a lightning speed and backhanded him, sending him spinning and sprawling across the cot again, striking his head against the wall. "You do not question me!"

He couldn't say anything. His head was spinning, and he could taste blood in the back of his mouth. Laying on the bed, groaning, he tried to open his eyes, but everything was a blur and he promptly shut them again as he struggled to stay conscious.

"Answer my questions and I may let you leave." Her tone was lower, but no less threatening. "Who are you?"

Blinking again, John looked up at her. She was maybe a tiny bit shorter than him, and slender, but boy, was she was strong! There was no sympathy in her eyes, either, as she stared down at him.

When no answer came, she almost growled, reached down and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Do you dare defy me?!"

The grip served to make him realize just how vulnerable he was. It was obvious he was searched, thoroughly, and he very likely had no weapons on him. Hell, even his watch and wrist band were gone! What did they think he could do with those??

Spinning in place, she slammed him up against the wall, getting a surprised and pained grunt out of him before swiftly kicking him in the stomach and watching as he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. "Who. Are. You?! I will not ask again! If you refuse to answer, you will be executed!"

Oh, I really don't like the sound of that. John tried to open his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a choked wheeze.

Sneering down at him, she sighed loudly and placed her hands on her hips. "Pathetic. Fine." Turning, she stalked out of the room, telling the guard to keep an eye on him as his execution was set up.

Either he passed out without even realizing it, and was out a very long time, or the people on this world set up alarmingly fast executions. Either way, when John came back to the present, he ached all over, and could barely breathe or stand. As the guards ordered him to move, he tried, but was apparently too slow, because they kicked him and dragged him out of the room.

At one point, he was certain he heard something break, and a fresh wave of pain came over him, stealing the breath from his body.

"This, is one of the tresspassers we found recently." The voice was that of the woman who demanded information from him, and she was speaking loudly as he was led up to a wooden platform. "He refused to answer my questions, and thus, he is fated to execution."

There was still no sign of the others, which gave John a little hope. Knowing them, if they were free, they were out there getting ready to get him free. Come on guys, where are you? He choked on a pained gasp as the guard savagely grabbed his arms and tied them behind his back. Everything was hazy, and he felt nauseous. His vision began to swim as the heat from the sun beat down on him, and he felt like he hadn't had a drink in ages.

"Stand, prisoner!" the guard hissed as his legs once again gave out.

John tried to tell her he couldn't, but nothing came out of his mouth. He could taste the blood that seeped from the corner of his mouth, trailing down his face, and he felt the sting of sweat in his eyes as a rope was tied around his neck. He could also feel that one of his eyes had been swollen shut, possibly from the earlier backhand. There was no strength in him to fight or argue, it was a struggle just to remain conscious and understand everything that was happening.

Suddenly, there was the sound of gunfire, and he tried to raise his head. Instead, his legs chose that moment to give out. The rope was already tightened around his neck, and as he fell, his air was cut off completely. Oh crap! Gasping and choking, it seemed the last of his strength kicked in. He struggled to get his feet under him, so he could breathe, but they kept slipping out. It was getting harder to do anything, it was getting darker, too.

Then, the platform gave way under his feet, and there was no chance. With nothing for his feet to gain purchase to, he choked, feeling more blood bubble up his throat as he struggled to breathe.

"John!"

Had someone called his name, or was he imagining it? It all sounded so far away.

"Hang on, Sheppard!"

The sound of a blast, and the feeling of falling. The pressure on his throat being somewhat released and precious air flowing back into his lungs. There was a slight pressure on the side of his neck before he felt hands on his body, and the last thing he heard before giving in to the darkness was, "Oh, thank god! He's alive!"

(Infirmary)

"Ok, OW!" Hissing in pain, John's hands gripped the sheets of the infirmary bed as one of the nurses bandaged his ribs. "That hurts!"

"I'm sorry Colonel, but it has to be done."

The nurse was pretty. She had brunette hair, tied back in a tight braid, and a cute little figure, which was highlighted in the uniform she wore. Giving her a twice over, John raised an eyebrow appreciatively, and grinned when she looked at him, all too aware of his staring, and blushed.

"Wow, I knew you were stubborn, but this is ridiculous!" Rodney walked into the room, looking incredulous as the nurse quickly finished bandaging his ribs and almost ran out of the room. "Give it a rest already."

"I wasn't doing anything, McKay." John protested as he carefully laid back on the bed.

"No, and I'm sure you didn't do anything before, either. When those amazons attacked? What did you say to the leader, to get yourself amost hung?"

"'Almost', Rodney? I'd say I was hung!" Glaring at him briefly, John massaged his sore throat slightly, trying to ignore the swelling and light bandages there, too. "And I didn't do anything there, either. In case you forgot, we didn't have a chance to do anything before we were separated, and I didn't have a chance to do anything but ask why they'd attacked us, and that only got me attacked again!"

And they broke three of my ribs, and I had a nasty concussion, and a bruised lung, and pretty swollen throat from the rope...

"Sure. Oh I'm sure." Shaking his head Rodney stared at me a moment before turning away. "Colonel Kirk."

"What?" As Rodney walked away, John grinned a little. "Whatever you say, Meredith." Of course, that last part was said under his breath. Turning to Teyla and Ronon as they entered the room, he raised an eyebrow as something hit him. "What happened with you guys, anyways?"

"They managed to stun Ronon, Rodney and myself, but thanks to the Deadalous in orbit, we were beamed out safely before the interrogation began." Teyla put in softly as she approached the bed. "They reported that they'd lost contact with us, and read the signature of weapons fire. They could not simply beam you out because your transmitter had been hit, disabling it."

Ronon nodded, remaining quiet as ever.

"Carson needed to put a new one in, during your rest. When we found you about to be executed, we managed to stun several of the women, and since we had come with backup, the rest scattered to safety."

"Teyla slipped one of the Deadalous' transmitters on you and we got outta there." Ronon finally added with a nod.

"Oh." Wow, that certainly explained a lot. "Ok. Thanks."

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Hope you like it.

The amazon thing came from an idea from one of the chapters to 'Rodney's Really Bad Days', and I wanted to do something similar, but different.

Wow chapter 2 and I'm already having problems. Multichapter fics, are no problem. One-shots that are usually not related to each other, much harder. O.o Hm, so far I've made it to chapter 5, and I have a list of ideas to help me, so let's see how it goes...

I made a little alter to this chapter due to a comment from Debbie418uk2 about skipping some information. I hope this helps, I made it up as I went. :)

R+R please.

Thank you

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